Looks like all the snow's gone by now, for the most part, at least. Water levels are gradually lowering themselves without argument and people are beginning to get back to life as paddy-field owners and mud sellers.

The Corallanian Tourist board are now offering mud-wrestling for all the family as a bonus to trips around 'thyse beeyutyfule provens; funn fyr all thy fammly and so close ty hyme'.

Bandit activity remains high as people take advantage of other people's lack of proper supplies and means of livelihood. Ranger patrols are being kept horrendously busy and having to work long hours seven days a week, which makes a bloody change. Normally them buggers sit around in their headquarters making up stories about big lizards and flying boats, paying rent on several pints of watered down lager and pissing the tax payers' hard-earned right up the station house wall. Gits.

The population of Quarnog are somewhat annoyed by the recent news that the otherwise insignificant mining town of Eagle Rock has had its very own monolith appear without warning. Until now Quarnog was doing a roaring trade in souvenirs of this demonic artifact, but now it seems said trade will hot up in competition. Local residents report having seen a gang of funny- looking individuals nosing around said monolith and then disappearing inside it, much to the annoyance of the Quarnog Tourist Board, who hadn't managed to get the five shillings entrance fee out of them.

The Eagle Rock monolith appeared shortly after a series of loud explosions were heard in the area; nearby sneepherds and farmers have reported seeing large rockets flying into the sky with people attached to them, but you know what these country types are like after half a scrumpy. Anyway, the Monolith: reports say that the remains of a small black box were found near to the stone, and that an assortment of footprints were also discovered in the vicinity. The Corallanian police force is now looking for two bears, a rhinoceros, a chimpanzee, a baboon, a fox and a cat, with regard to questioning them about releasing another bloody Demon Lord into the world and ruining a nice bit of grassy park land.

There were also footprints from some sort of large humanoid, but since these might well belong to a rather big melt, the cops aren't too bothered about questioning it.

So, there are now two Demon Lords loose in and around Corallane, though nothing much has been seen of either of them of late, thankfully enough. The last thing the authorities need is two bloody great immortals tearing down the metaphorical doors of justice and scaring the willies out of the entire population, after all the hassle they've just had with the floods and that.

Something has been going around eating the population of Rowe just recently while they've been asleep - pretty damned unsporting. In some cases, unfortunate individuals have woken in the morning to find assorted limbs and other necessary bits missing, but nobody thus far has been able to give any sort of description of the culprit. We watch and wait with something vaguely approaching interest.

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